SILENCE
Silence is a tool.
One that is misunderstood.
Sit in silence.
People think you’re a fool.
But oft times the fool is plotting ways and
means, that others cannot fathom.
This solitude of silence is one, which many abhor.
They cannot see the stillness inside your mind.
. Music, dramas, voices, are set aside.
Allowing the slow time of silence to settle: Gently.
Silence:- A tool.
To be grasped and held aloft.
Proclaiming whoever you
may conceive yourself to be.......
{I am me]
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